I can't sleep. I can't sleep. It's 3:00am.
Kid Sam
Stolen Violin
and Bored Nothing
are just about the three bands that I am listening to during this sleepless night.
I haven't been able to wake up any earlier than 10:00am each day. I can't sleep at night and I fear that I have returned to my vicious cycle. When I return to the south this will be a difficult habit to break. I should break it now. Which means that in the next few hours I will be helplessly dragging myself out of bed, onto the floor, into the bathroom to shock myself with cold water, enough to sustain my travel to the kitchen in which I will muster the energy to brew a strong cup of joe to keep me alive for the remainder of the morning. Yes, that is how my morning shall go.
